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24th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

[Bundled up Mello is making his way through the snow. To anyone looking out their window he appears as just a black dot making its way through the blizzard. (Mello's entire winter wonderland wardrobe is as black as everything else he wears.) If you happen to be crazy and are actually outside you may hear Mello's voice above the wind.]

MAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAATT!! MATT!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

[Mello lets out a muttered "fuck" under his breath, more of a breath of air than anything else.]

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[B turns his head with Mello's so that his mouth stays brushing up near Mello's hairline. He is so tense that he is beginning to twist Mello's arm more harshly. If Mello is not careful, B will break it.]

How did Kira obtain this Death Note?

[Mello's muscles tighten. It's getting harder to keep his head out of the snow especially with the pressure and pain B is subjecting him to. He knows how much human bone can take and he knows his arm is only seconds away from snapping.]

A shinigami dropped it to see what would happen if a human found it.

[Probably the same way you got your eyes B]

Edited 2010-09-24 03:19 (UTC)

[B grimaces. He can accept the impossible and understand the senseless, but this... it isn't that it's impossible. It's only that it's unfair. All his life, no one believed him, no one believed that he was right and that he wasn't insane. It should have been he who was given the Death Note, Beyond Birthday who should have been given the power of a Shinigami, to show the world that it was real, and that B really was Better. It should have been him. But there are still more questions, so many questions in his mind. He can't let Mello stop talking now. He puts no more pressure on Mello's arm, but he does not change his position to let Mello move.]

How did you know that the Death Note was a Shinigami's? Did Sidoh tell you? Was he helping you?

He didn't have much of a choice. I had his Death Note and he had to do what I said.

[Mello holds his head as far away from B as he can but it's starting to hurt his neck]

He was afraid of me.

[Sidoh couldn't have made -that- fact any more obvious]

[B is silent for a moment, sliding all of the facts together into a coherent story.]

Kira was killing with a Death Note given to him by a Shinigami. And yet the detective on the case was using a Shinigami as well. Was the Death Note that you were in possession of the murder weapon, or was it a different Death Note?

[Good question.]

A different one. There were three Death Notes on Earth by the end of it.

[He gives another halfhearted squirm]

Edited 2010-09-24 19:25 (UTC)

[B lets out a breath that ghosts over Mello's scarred cheek. He isn't even doing this to bother Mello; he's just doing what comes naturally to him as he thinks.]

Your Death Note, Kira's Death Note, and... did Nate River perhaps have one? I can hardly imagine him letting you take on this case while he sat idle...

[Nate River.

Could that be...?

Was Nate River...?

Near.

Mello's eyes bulged hearing Near's real name for the first time. He knew Near's name, as a Wammy Kid his deepest secret. He knew Near's name, Near didn't know his. In one way he was better than Near. He knew one thing Near did not. His heart was pounding in his chest, louder now than the wind and B's voice in his ear. B would feel him go limp in his grip.

He knew Near's name. He had power over Near.]

[B chortles. It sounds vaguely like Sidoh having a good time. His hand gently squeezes Mello's incapacitated wrist, an assurance that he was still in control.]

Yes, Mihael Keehl, that is N's name. Obviously from your reaction, you are still working against each other, and he is still superior to you. But I must know, did you work together on this case with Kira?

[Mello jerks again in his grip that -laugh-! Oh God that laugh! Mello shudders.]

He is not better than me! He's a fucking twit!

[He struggles harder]

I would never work with that goddamn fool!

[B is fully aware that his laugh scares Mello; it scares everyone. But that doesn't stop him from laughing. It is a good scare-tactic, sometimes. To stop Mello from struggling he twists his arm just a tiny bit further, only for a second, to send threads of sharp pain through the limb. Like the threatening brandish of a whip.]

That does not answer my question. Was he working on the case, or was he not?

[Mello grimaces, bracing himself against the pain.]

What do you think, B?

Edited 2010-09-26 22:56 (UTC)

I ask the questions, Mihael Keehl. Did he work as your rival, moving to find out the truth before you? Did he beat you?

I worked against Near, yeah!

[He doesn't answer the rest with anything but a growl. He doesn't like admitting his loss out loud because he lost, well, everything. He's actually HOPING that five minute timer is in the real world because at least then it'll be over and he won't have to spend the next fifty years tailing Near trying desperately to beat him. He could never give up, he would follow N until the day he finally ground into dust. The only escape was death.]

[B smirks.]

Knowing what I do of your personality, I can quite safely assume that Nate River must have beaten you. That leads me to another important question: what was the detective on the case doing, using the killer's murder weapon? Or were you not strictly a detective after all?

[Okay he can't take it anymore]

Knowing what I know about your personality, I think you might want to hear this.

[His eyes dart to B's face]

You aren't special.

[He stops for a moment, muscles tense. And then he relaxes until he is holding Mello almost gently. He lovingly sticks out his tongue and runs it along the side of Mello's scar.]

You can't scare me that way, Mihael Keehl. You are only lying to buy yourself time. I know now that you were not strictly a detective, working perhaps off the record. Had Nate River beaten you so badly that Roger would not even give you the case?

Shinigami are excellent at making deals, B. In exchange for half of your life you can get the eyes of a Shinigami.

[He looks for B's reaction.]

[At this, B's eyes widen.]

That is a lie.

It's not. I've seen it happen.

[Mello watches to see what B does from here]

[All at once his free hand grabs Mello's hair, yanking his already-craned neck backwards so violently that Mello's neck made a slight cracking noise. B bows his own head downwards so that he is looking upside-down into Mello's eyes. It couldn't be Mihael Keehl, no. It wasn't L. Who had taken his eyes?]

Who made the deal?

[Mello grits his teeth but lets out a small pained grunt from the force. He tried to stay quiet but the sound escaped him before he could help himself. It felt like B was going to rip his head off his body. His eyes teared up, which was immensely painful in the cold. But he couldn't show B how hurt he really was. He couldn't and he wouldn't. Mello swallowed down the pain in, due to his position, a visible arc.]

A lot of people.

[He knows better than to move in B's grip]

One of my cronies, a cop, and one of the murderers in the Kira case.

[B lets out a seething growl. The anger in his posture and in his voice are heavily bridled: though his instincts are heading towards blind rage, he will keep his body and mind under control. Control is what this is all about. Control is what this Shinigami, the being that was supposed to be his idol, his creator, and his alone, did not seem to have. He let Mello's head go, and his posture relaxed, deliberately. He lowered himself down closer over Mello's back, his face pointing the same direction as Mello's, almost touching. His tongue traced a cold line down Mello's scar.]

"Cronies," you call them. Just what were you doing, M, instead of acting as a detective trained to be L?

[B's new position rose goosebumps on Mello's skin, but it was nothing compared to B dragging his cold tongue down the side of his face. Mello recoiled, wrenching away from B's mouth. He had to get the saliva off his scar before it froze.]

That's none of your business, B.

[He rubs his cheek against his padded shoulder]

One of them is here, B. Someone with your eyes.

[B bares his teeth, shying a step away as Mello slips free of his grasp.]

Who this person?

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